This happens when my daughters are very young — around seven and five. My husband and I just took a road trip from Winnipeg, Manitoba to see my parents in British Columbia.
During our trip home, we intend to stop for the night in Edmonton, Alberta, but we get a flat tire. Luckily, we are able to make it to a garage with no problems, but by the time the tire is replaced, it is late afternoon.
Husband: “The way I see it, we have two choices. We can keep driving to Edmonton, but we won’t get there until around 9:00 pm.”
Me: “Yuck. That would be okay if it was just you and me, but the girls will be exhausted and cranky.”
Husband: “Yeah, I agree. That leaves us with option #2: stop somewhere else. Jasper isn’t that far away.”
Me: “Huh. I’ve never been to Jasper. It’s a bit expensive, though, isn’t it?”
Husband: “So I’ve heard, but that’s our best bet.”
Me: “Option #2 it is. I’ll phone the hotel in Edmonton and cancel our reservation.”
So, we head for Jasper. We are a bit concerned that we won’t be able to find a place to stay, but after only a couple of tries, we find a nice hotel. It is indeed a bit more pricey than the Edmonton hotel would have been in, but not by much. Jasper itself is beautiful; it’s surrounded by mountains and the town is charming. We have a lovely dinner in a cozy restaurant, and then we turn in for the night, happy and comfortable.
The following day, I phone my parents to let them know how our drive home is going, and I tell them of our little adventure.
Dad: “What?! You stayed in Jasper?! Are you nuts? That’s a tourist trap! They charge you an arm and a leg! Why didn’t you drive to Edmonton?”
Me: “I told you, Dad. The kids would’ve been miserable, and so would we.”
Dad: “Oh, for Pete’s sake. They would have survived.”
Me: “Jasper wasn’t even that expensive, and we had a really nice time.”
Dad: *Sarcastically* “Well, good to know that you’re made of money.”
I gave up at that point. I should have remembered that when my parents and I took road trips when I was a kid, Dad was the “drive for as long as possible until your passengers are in tears from discomfort and boredom and then stay in the very cheapest motel you can find” type.
To this day, my family and I reminisce about that evening in Jasper. It was one of the highlights of our vacation.